*Bryant*
Sitting in the library, drinking my whiskey, waiting on the two she-wolves to finish preparing themselves for the ball, I become lost in thought.
I have never considered what effect my carousing would have on Madelyn if she ever returned to London. Out of sight, out of mind. But I saw the distress quickly cross over her face when Beth mentioned going to the park. And I recognize my responsibility in causing it. In hindsight, it was stupid of me not to realize my actions would have an impact on her.
Three years ago, like her, I was young, lacking judgment, and controlled by fears, but unlike her, I was also controlled by ambitions. My fear was that I was lacking in what was required to hold on to a she-wolf. My manhood had been threatened, my very sense of myself, what I had be
